I¡¯ve got the clouds on a string
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That I pull with my little finger elegantly
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What is this oh what¡¯s this music on the breeze
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It sounds like all my holidays when my father used to say:
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¡®Let¡¯s go down to the beach¡¯
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And we¡¯d go down to the beach
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My little sisters and me
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Sometimes a man can feel like he is just a puppet
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And the wind blows him here and blows him there
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But when I kiss you my dear
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I feel like a buccaneer
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And water makes its music everywhere
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Saltwater
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Oh how I miss your misty kisses
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Saltwater
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Oh what expressionless bliss
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Is this?
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I¡¯ve got the sky in my eyes
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As I lie on my back in the deep blue sea
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What is this oh what could this strange feeling be?
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It feels like:
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It feels like:
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It feels like:
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I don¡¯t know what it feels like
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But it feels right
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Sometimes a man is like an icecream in a desert
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And he wonders what is it we seek?
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Like water runs through your fingers
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Memories rise up from the deep.
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Salt Water
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| The Cat Empire |
